The Summer of Fuc

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After driving for 10 hours, both of us were dead tired. Doing most of the driving, I fell asleep on the sofa. I had slept for a solid 3 hours before I woke up. The cabin was dark, and so was the outside. I used my phone flashlight to navigate the cabin and to find the light switches.

It was past 9, and I knew the chances of something being open this late out in the middle of nowhere were unlikely. Luckily, the owner had stocked the fridge and pantry with basic food and ingredients, including for a sandwich.

Before making dinner, I wanted to freshen up and change out of my clothes. I did a quick walk of the cabin. It was a quaint 2-bedroom cabin that looked like a stereotypical cabin from the outside. Inside, the living room was cozy with a fireplace. The owner must've been a hunter, as hunting memorabilia hung throughout the cabin.

To the right was the kitchen, barely big enough for two people to move around without hitting elbows. The dining table was tucked away in the corner, with three chairs surrounding it.

A narrow hallway led to the bedrooms. The first room had a large bed, a dresser, and nothing else. It did have a great view of the woods. On the same side was a small bathroom with a shower and toilet.

At the end of the hallway was what I assumed to be the master bedroom. I opened the door slowly to a dimly lit room. Addison was curled up on the large king-sized bed, still wearing what she had on in the car.

A small wooden nightstand sat beside the bed, an alarm clock and an old photo of the cabin placed on it. The room was spacious, almost a quarter of the size of the cabin. The light was provided by a vintage lamp tucked in the corner of the room.

Addison's presence, lying still in the dim light, seemed to add all the charm to the room.

I was about to leave when she stirred awake. "Calvin? When did you get up?" she asked groggily.

"A while ago. You fall asleep with your mouth open."

"Did you want to stick something in it?" she asked with a smirk as she wiped the sleepiness from her eyes.

"Maybe."

"What time is it?"

"Uhm, it's after 9. I was going to make a sandwich after I showered. Did you want one?"

"Not feeling a sandwich. Why don't we go out and see what the town has to offer?"

"We're half an hour away from the nearest town, and it's tiny. We can check it out, but I doubt anything will be open."

"In that case, I'll take a sandwich. But we're going out to the town tomorrow for lunch."

"Works for me."

"I'll join you after I take a shower."

"No rush, I can manage to make a few sandwiches without burning the cabin down."

"Why is there fire involved in the first place?"

I waved her off instead of replying. I moved my stuff into the smaller bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes. There was hot water that I took advantage of and quickly showered and got back to the kitchen.

Addison joined me at the table as I finished setting up. Dinner wasn't anything crazy. A sandwich, chips, and lemonade. All courtesy of the cabin owner.

"This is giving me 'first day of summer camp' vibes," she said as she bit into her sandwich.

"At least it's not a can of beans cooked over a fire." I bit into my sandwich. "I consider this way better."

"I saw you staked a claim to the smaller bedroom."

"Only because you fell asleep in the master bedroom."

"Fair. You want to check out the surroundings after dinner? See what we have to do here."

"Sounds good to me."

Addison offered to clean up since I had made dinner. While she was cleaning, I sat outside on the porch, taking in the quietness. The quietness allowed thoughts to flood into my mind. Naturally, Kayla and the breakup were the first things to come.

However, it didn't hurt as much as before.

It felt like a distant storm that was already passing. Still dark on the horizon, but no longer dark overhead.

The porch creaked as I stretched my legs out onto the railing. The sounds of the forest had a calming effect on me. The wind whistling through the trees, the crickets chirping, the owls hooting, and the animals doing their own thing.

Inside, I could hear the clinking of dishes being washed and Addison singing along to music on her phone. I felt grateful to have a sister like her. Not just what had happened in the car, but for everything else. The way she showed up with no questions asked. She stayed with me even though I had pushed her away at first.

The screen door creaked open, and Addison stepped out with two steaming mugs. "I found hot chocolate and made us some," she said as she handed me a mug.

"Thanks."

She sat in the other chair, sipping on the hot chocolate. "Why did we never do this as kids?"

"Do what?"

"Go on trips. Every summer, while all my friends would go camping or travelling, we would visit Grandpa and Grandma, go to a waterpark, and have sleepovers."

"Dad and Mom were never big on traveling. And they were always busy with work. I don't think they took more than a week off from work. At least, we're doing something now, right?"

"Yeah, that's true. Were you thinking of Kayla in the few minutes I left you alone?"

"How did you know?"

"Because I'm me. I always know what you're thinking. Case in point, roadhead."

"Yeah, that was nice."

"See, I told ya. I think that puts me in the running for the best sister ever. I mean, how many other sisters would give their brother a blowjob?"

"Not many, but I also think it's because it's taboo in society."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's keep it just between us for now."

"Seems like a good idea. Though I think Mom and Dad deserve to know how we bonded."

She looked at me, clearly unamused by my joke.

A comfortable silence settled between us, broken by the occasional gust of wind. The moonlight lit up the surroundings as we sipped on our hot chocolate.

Addison was losing the battle with mosquitoes, and that was enough for her to call it a night. "I'm heading in before the mosquitoes suck me dry. You coming?"

"Yeah, I'll be in in a minute."

"Alright, suit yourself."

She retreated into the cabin, the screen door slapping shut behind her. The quiet once again staked its claim.

I was left alone with my thoughts. Again, Kayla was the first thing that came to mind. Her smile and contagious laugh, our inside jokes, and the way her nose scrunched when she disliked something. I wondered if she was thinking of me. If she thought of me at all, or if she had moved on.

A mosquito bite broke me out of my trance. I finished the rest of my drink and headed back inside.

After rinsing and putting away my mug, I walked to my room. I glanced at Addison's door, which was shut. No light shone through the gap, and the stillness on the other side told me she was already asleep. I wanted to talk to her again, but figured we had the entire weekend to talk.

In my room, I turned the fan to the lowest speed, enough to stir the air, and climbed under the homemade quilt. Funnily enough, the room felt more homely than my actual room at home. My body sank into the mattress, and in seconds, I was asleep.

The next morning, I stirred to warmth against my eyelids. The sun shone brightly through the curtains, painting a pattern in the room.

I groaned and rolled to face away from the sun, but it was no use as it had already done its job. The owls from last night were replaced by other birds singing their songs.

I sat up slowly and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I walked over to the window and cracked it open to breathe in fresh air. I stepped out into the hallway and looked over to Addison's room. It was closed, but I heard sounds coming from the kitchen.

I padded over to the kitchen, where I saw Addison hard at work. She stood at the counter, in a loose t-shirt, furiously mixing something. I couldn't help but notice her breasts were moving wildly, matching her mixing motions.

Satisfied with the consistency, she took the bowl over to the stove and noticed me. "Good morning! How did you sleep?"

"Not bad. I think I slept better than I do at home. Pancakes?"

"Yup. Going to get started on some bacon, eggs, and chop up fruit. Coffee is ready to be poured into a cup."

"I haven't brushed yet. I'll be right back."

"That was the stank I was smelling. Hurry up and brush your teeth. We'll eat a hot breakfast and get started on the day."

I chuckled and headed to the bathroom. By the time I got back to the kitchen, a plate of hot pancakes was waiting on the table. She had two pans going at the same time, one with scrambled eggs and the other with bacon.

"Need any help?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said glancing over her shoulder, "Can you keep an eye on the bacon? The eggs are done. I'll get started on the fruit."

Addison scuttled past me to grab fruit from the fruit basket. She began chopping it up and put it into a bowl. I walked over to the table with a plate of bacon.

"Hold on, don't touch it yet." She took a few pictures on her phone. "I'll send this to Mom and Dad to let them know we're not dead. Alright, let's get started."

We had a heavy appetite after last night's light dinner. Our forks clinking as we scarfed down breakfast. Halfway through, she stopped to ask, "How are you feeling now?"

I paused, finishing the bite, and nodded. "Yeah, like you said, time does make it feel better. I thought about it when I was alone last night, but it didn't bother me that much."

"I get it, it doesn't just go away. Stuff like that sticks with you until it doesn't."

I leaned back in my chair, satisfied after the filling breakfast. "Guess you're stuck hearing me talk it out for the weekend."

"Eh, I signed up for it. You're also not the first one I've done this for before. I can't tell how many heartbreaks I've had to talk through with my girlfriends. Go ahead and say it."

How did she know I had something to say?

"It's weird. I was hoping I wouldn't be thinking of Kayla here, but last night, she was just there."

Addison didn't say anything. She gave me the space to talk without filling the silence.

"Have you ever had someone like that?" I asked. "Someone who lingers, even when you want to move on. Even when you think you've moved on."

"Of course. I don't know if to the extent you feel with Kayla, but I've had a boyfriend who lingered too long." Her voice had softened, become more vulnerable. It felt like I had brought up a sensitive topic.

"I'm not trying to drag the mood down," I quickly said.

"No," she replied, shaking her head. "You're not. And if I expect you to open, it only makes sense I open up too."

She glanced at me, eyes clear but not unguarded.

"He wasn't a bad guy. Just the kind of person who made me feel small without realizing he was doing it. Or maybe he did. I don't know." She took a deep breath. "I told myself I had moved on. But even now, sometimes I'll hear a song, or see something, and it hits me out of nowhere."

"Yeah. No matter how hard you try, the smallest things you have no control over will bring everything back."

The words hung in the air between us as we both scraped our forks against our plates. The quiet felt heavier now, like we had entered a space that wasn't easy to leave.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, she smiled and said, "How about we see what the outdoors has to offer?"

"Sounds good. Do you feel like cleaning up now? Or putting it off for later?"

"Later."

We got up and put all the plates into the sink.

Before going back to my room, Addison said, "I was thinking before we go out. We could use a pick-me-up. To get our minds off the heavy stuff."

"What did you have in mind?"

"A blowjob?"

"You did say I have to listen to whatever you say."

She smirked and led me into her bedroom. Immediately, I was sitting down on the foot of her bed. Addison parted my legs and dropped to her knees. She looked up at me with her big, blue eyes. A knowing smile curving her lips, as we both knew what was to come.

What happened next surprised me. Her hands reached for the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head. My sister was kneeling before me, topless. No bra was there to hide her beautiful tits.

I didn't want to stare, but I couldn't help but stare. My pulse beat rapidly as my eyes roamed all over her chest. They were full, voluptuous, and accentuated by the perfect pink nipples. Every breath made them rise and fall, teasing me with something too perfect to be real. They were made to be touched, kissed, and sucked on.

"I saw you eyeing them in the morning. What do you think? As good as you thought they would be?"

"Even better," I mumbled.

She smiled at me. The kind of smile that knew what kind of effect she had on me and loved every second of it.

"Just better?" she asked as she pressed them against me. "I expected more."

I swallowed hard and corrected myself, "They're perfect. I don't think I'll ever forget what they look like."

She reached out, took my hand, and slowly guided it to her chest. Her skin was soft, warm, and as my fingers explored her breasts, a shiver ran through both of us.

"Do what you want with them," she said just loud enough.

Her words hit me like a spark to dry leaves.

I didn't hesitate. My hand cupped her breast gently at first, scared that if I acted too roughly, she would change her mind. Her breasts were impossibly soft, and the way she leaned into my touch made my chest tighten. My thumb grazed over her nipples, and she let out the faintest sound.

Her eyes met mine, heavy with the heat of the moment. She rose, offering her breasts to my mouth. I bent my head down and I kissed, slowly, passionately, my lips trailing across the soft curve until I found her perky nipple. She gasped, arching into me, pulling my head deeper into the action.

Her lips parted mine, eager but with hesitation about taking the next step. I could feel it even though we both kissed each other hungrily.

I pulled away for a second to look into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she pressed herself closer, more passion and intent filled behind her kisses. She then said, "I'm sure."

My hands wandered over the smooth curve of her back. The way she looked at me made me feel like she was giving herself over to me.

Addison ran her hands down my chest, her touch electric, before sliding into the waistband of my shorts. There was no hesitation as she pulled my shorts down to free my penis.

"Stand up for me," she said.

This was much more intimate than what happened in the car. This felt more real.

She used only her tongue to take me into her mouth. Her eyes were lustfully looking at me. Her head moved back and forth on my head, not taking it any deeper. She gave me one more suck before moving her focus onto my balls. My dick rested gently on her face as she started sucking on them, still no use of hands.

A guttural moan escaped from my mouth.

"You like that, don't you?" she said with a laugh. "It's a popular thing among the guys I blow."

She started stroking my penis and went back to sucking it. The sight of her head bobbing up and down was forever etched into my brain. Unlike the blowjob in the car, this was wet, sloppy, and perfect.

She took my penis out of her mouth to lick the shaft. My penis was covered in precum and saliva. Addison continued to give me agonizingly slow licks from the base to the tip of my penis. I was tempted to grab her face and shove it in, but I knew she had a plan.

I was finally back in her mouth, her hands gripped my thighs as she forced more and more of me into her. The room was filled with sounds of my sister gagging and choking on my dick.

She was buried in my lap, my cock in her throat, and my thighs pressed against her face. I pulled back a little, thinking she needed to breathe, but was pulled right back in by her.

Addison detached herself from my penis with a loud gasp, breathing heavy, eyes watering, cum dripping from her chin. She looked up at me, and even though she looked like a mess, she couldn't have looked more beautiful.

She went back to sucking my cock. The sounds she was making was almost as good as the blowjob itself. My cock was once again back in her throat, I could feel her breathing through her nose.

I felt it coming. I was about to blow. My hands held onto Addison's head and I burst open like a damn. My penis was convulsing in her mouth as stream after stream of cum exploded into her.

This was bigger than either of the orgasms in the car. Cum soon started to overflow from her mouth, spilling out the sides. She fought to keep pace, swallowing as much as she could.

Once I felt like I was done, I released her head and collapsed onto the bed. Addison scooted in closer as she cleaned up my cock.

Silence set into the room. The occasional creak from the fan and our heaving breathing are the only things to disturb it. Addison was absentmindedly stroking me still, despite draining me of an entire day's worth of semen.

She gently kissed the head of my penis and got up. "Get freshened up and we'll go outside."

Somehow, I peeled myself off the bed and went to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, processing what had just happened. This blowjob was different. It didn't feel like a favor, it felt real. Not only was it better than anything Kayla did, but there was more love put into it. Maybe Addison was just really good at sucking cocks, but I felt like she enjoyed it too.

There was a knock on the door. "Almost done?"

"Yeah, give me a minute," I answered.

I cleaned up and opened the door. Addison stood at the door, ready to go outside. She wore a black sports bra that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her cleavage. It exposed her perfectly flat midriff, smooth as the rest of her body.

"Come on, let's go."

She turned around and began to walk, grabbing a couple of water bottles on the way.

Her shorts were fitted, a deep green color that, like her top, hugged her curves. Her sculpted ass clearly defined in the shorts. She had a hoodie draped over her shoulders. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, with a few strands loosely falling over her face.

We stepped out onto the porch. The day had begun to heat up already, and the sun was out at full force. She then started walking confidently into the unknown.

A few minutes after following her, I asked, "Do you know where we're going?"

"Not really. I'm just following the path, it has to take us somewhere good. This place screams that it's surrounded by good views."

"I think I'm enjoying the view I have right now," I said about her ass.

She turned around with a seductive smile on her face. "So you're an ass and tits man. Most guys prefer one or the other."

"Well, not every girl have tits and ass as good as yours."

Despite the view I was enjoying from behind, we walked the rest of the way side by side. The gravel crunched under our feet as we walked further into the wilderness.

"Tell me, how do you like being far away from everything? No city, no noise, no Kayla?"

The stillness was almost surreal. The simplicity and beauty of nature made me feel grounded, calm, and relaxed. For a moment, everything that occurred at the coffee shop was forgotten.

"I didn't realize how much I needed this. Part of me thought I wouldn't be able to stop thinking of her, you know, because she was supposed to be here with me instead of you. But aside from the occasional relapse, I've been doing good."

"Exactly. Sometimes you don't know what you need until it's right in front of your face."

There was a fork in the trail, and we pivoted to the right. We followed the trail until we reached a cliff that overlooked the most stunning view I had ever seen, well second most stunning view.